I met Jared while he was waiting for a train in Penn Station.After the Manhattan Mall food court closed last summer, I discovered this wide expanse of Penn Station (especially the Amtrak area) was great for inkspotting when the weather made normal traipsing about unappealing.Jared's ink runs down the length of his arm, from the top of his right bicep, down to the inner part of his forearm.As a
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